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n my last part of my story, I wrote about me from age 10 to 22. This time I’m digging into the details of how I started using drugs from the age of 10. And how I came from a good family. Coming up in a medium-income family and having both parents working, I didn’t really want for too many things. But, because both parents worked, I had to go to my grandmother’s house to go to school. My grandmother was from South Carolina and she was old at the time. So she couldn’t keep up with us. So I was always getting into something I should not be. I never should have become the person I did. I was raised to be a better person. But because I had to go to school with kids from the projects, I was always having to fight for what my parents bought for me.
That had a very big impact on when I became this surreal, bad person.
It’s sad everyone don’t have the same chances in life . Then life would not be so hard, like me having to become someone whose parents worked so their kids would have a good life.
This is one reason I started doing the things I did. I became this real bad person because I was not going to let no one bully me. I’ll be the first person today to say, ‘I’m so sorry for the person I became.” Drugs can and will destroy your life; I‘m one whose it did. But going to jail should have made a person think about changing their way of life.
Going to Lorton was a new way to learn how to become a better crook. It was just like you was still on the streets because there was just as much drugs. I was having sex with my girl two or three times a week and it was already with the corrections officer UNCLEAR: DOES HE MEAN SEX WITH THE CO OR SEX IN FRONT OF HIM/HER? who was supposed to be overseeing the visit. All I had to do was pay the CO $10 for 30 minutes in what was called “The HIt Spot.” But the real sad part was how easily you could get drugs. Every week I got what we called a “package”, i.e., drugs your visitor would bring in. So here I am having sex two to three times a week, making $10,000 a week off the drugs I’m getting, and seeing people stabbed to death all the time. So, if you did come home, why would you care ‘bout giving back? You was locked up, but it was just like being home.
